He leaned against the locker bank a few feet away, feigned causal boredom and watched her slowly twist the knob on the combination lock. Her face was an impassive mask, but he could hear the whirlwind of sadness tinged with jealousy swirling inside of her mind. Their classmates chattered and laughed all around them, consumed the hormonal fever of Valentine's day.
Angela gasped as the door to her locker swung open to reveal a dozen blood red roses. The pre-printed card simply stated you are beautiful.
It was a foolishly, generous mistake, born out his inexplicable need make her happy.
For Jess
Thanks for everything